Best The French Poems

Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips...

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She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great,
but few of those guys understood romance.
She thought she knew what kissing style was best,
but she had not yet met the boy from France!

Into her life one day he sauntered in.
His smile was soft, his eyes as dark as coal.
She thrilled to feel his fingers on...

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Subtle feelings burst
Inside her supple breast
Creating overpowering longing
A thirst that had her wanting
Something only he could give her

Silence fell between them
When they found themselves alone
As his hand brushed hers gently
Struggling with a need to grasp it
She yearned for his touch against her

Soft hopes beckoned breathlessly
Intimacy captured on her thoughts
Leaving her with a craving only he...

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Revolution – popular discontent –
From which revolt of third estate arose
Of burden’d citizens which all resent;
Monarch’s frivolities must be disposed.
Committee of public safety, in charge,
Dooms all to die at Jacobin command –
The guillotine strikes fear, makes numbers large
Embrace of death that variance demands.
All are ruled under the directory,
With those that led now dead, missing their...

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When I was young,                                                        I loved french vanilla pudding.                                       ...

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Some would call me homeless.  I call myself a traveler.  In this city I traverse the wonder of human art and nature's beauty as if the two have melded together as one.  The ornate iron railings seem to grow into the sweet smelling vines and flowers that live upon them.  Hanging...

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Dere once was a goil in da Quawta
Who never did do what she oughtta.
She stripped down one night
--Dat was really a sight--
Till NOPD come and caughtta!...

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The Tahitian sparrows won't sip,
The Albatross won't dive deep,
The pelican, the islander
Poorer than before,
Has to suffer and keep...
The agony...inside him and her,
And the world at large is watching,
The tyranny...
The imperialism that was once before,
Here it comes once again,
To poison your rips,
French foe..Foe,
Three two one go...bang!
Spare me Francois, it is Joe...
Who would suffer...
Go general...just go,
Deep...deep and...

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His guard couldn’t help snitchin’ 
When he washed grenades in his kitchen.
This general had a hazardous heart,
His name: Linoleum Blownapart....

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A fan of Roger Federer
Strolled calmly on the court,
His goal a selfie with
His favorite player in the sport.

Security was lax enough
That no one blocked his path.
The organizers played it down
But Roger showed his wrath.

The fan was harmless and fourteen
But Federer was right;
Protection of the players
Should be rigorous and tight.

For years ago, a fan deranged
Stabbed Seles...

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Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers,
cold as it settles upon the fine hairs.
Runty knobs form along the exposed skin,
an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter.
Secured dwellings sheltering those from who prey in the dark,
prowling the vulnerable, pilfering life from the innocent.
Gas streetlights lay witness to this harrowing theater,
stretching shadows, slithering...

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French military in the genocide of rwanda, 
When African youths claim the departure of European militaries  because of atrocities in Africa. 
In 1994 when rwandan tutsi rebels were in negotiation 
with the rwandan government ,french soldiers
were sent for so called  protection 
which was a special criminal mission 
to destabilise central Africa region 
and ended up ...

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I think the French and Greek have the most beautiful expression for the word "wife" in their languages: Ma Femme (French) and Gynaika Mou (Greek), which when translated to English resonate with a cave man ring…yea….MY WOMAN!!!! MY WOMAN.....Can you hear Tarzan bellowing that Ahaahhhhh...AHA AHHHHAAAA. OOOOHHHHH!!!! I simply ADORE these expressions...I LOVE THESE TWO...

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I have a moustache with a curl at its ends
                   Accompanied with small hair on my chin

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S'il vous plait, mon ange
The bruises will heal
Je te voir, cheri
I know how you feel
Je t'adore, mon cher
Your master won't bite
So hold still, my pet
Don't put up a fight...

À toi, pour toujours,
Bisous...

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